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I was out drinking with a few friends and by the time we decided to head home it was already past 1am. Most of the group lived in different directions, so I ended up sharing a Uber with one of the guys. We’d only talked a few times before, nothing serious.

In the car it was quiet except for the music the driver was playing. We sat in the back and started chatting about random things. After a while the conversation got a bit flirty. He put his hand on my thigh and left it there. I didn’t move it away.

A few minutes later he slowly slid his hand higher under my skirt. I was wearing thin panties and I was already getting wet. He rubbed me over the fabric first, then pulled them to the side and started touching me directly. His fingers moved in slow circles before he pushed two inside me.

I tried to stay still and quiet so the driver wouldn’t notice. Every time the car went over a bump it made everything feel stronger. I ended up coming with my face pressed against his shoulder, biting my lip so I wouldn’t make any sound. He kept his fingers inside me for a bit after, then slowly pulled them out.

When the car stopped near my block I fixed my skirt, said bye like nothing unusual had happened, and got out. My legs felt a little weak walking to the lift. Upstairs I just sat on my bed for a while replaying everything.

I’ve thought about that night more than I expected to. It felt so risky and impulsive, but I didn’t regret it. Part of me still gets turned on remembering how quiet I had to be.

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My boyfriend and I had been together for almost a year. The cuckold talk started as a joke during sex, then slowly became something we both thought about more seriously. He said he wanted me to try being with someone else and tell him about it. I wasn’t sure at first, but one night it actually happened.

I went out with a few friends and ended up talking to a guy at the bar. We got along easily. When the group started leaving, he asked if I wanted to grab supper nearby. I said yes. One thing led to another and we went back to his place.

The sex was different from what I was used to. He was more direct and didn’t ask as many questions. I came twice. Afterward I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, not really knowing how I felt. I texted my boyfriend that I was okay and coming home soon.

When I got back he was still awake. I told him everything where we went, how it felt, how the guy fucked me. He listened quietly and got hard while I was talking. We had sex right after and he came faster than usual.

He still wants me to do it again. Part of me is nervous, but another part already thinks about when it might happen next.

We met through mutual friends at a group dinner and started texting after that. Nothing serious, just casual chats that slowly got flirty. One night we met up at a café near my place for a drink. The conversation went longer than expected and by the time we left it was already past midnight.

He offered to walk me home since it wasn’t far. The streets were quiet and we kept talking the whole way. When we reached my block we stood near the lift lobby for a bit, still talking. The flirting had gotten heavier by then. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back.

Instead of pressing the lift button, we ended up walking up one flight of stairs to the landing between floors. It was dark and completely empty. We kept kissing against the wall. His hands were on my waist, then lower. I could feel how hard he was through his pants.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I unzipped him and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was already leaking a little. I stroked him slowly at first, then faster when he started breathing harder. He kept looking down the stairs like he was worried someone would come, which somehow made me more turned on.

He came in my hand after a few minutes, trying to stay quiet. We cleaned up with some tissue he had in his pocket. After that we just stood there for a second, both a bit awkward but also kind of laughing about how sudden it was. He walked back down and I went up to my floor.

I’ve thought about that night more than I expected to. It felt so impulsive and risky, but I didn’t regret it. Part of me still gets wet when I remember how quiet the stairwell was and how easily it happened.

I let a guy from my polytechnic class finger me under the table during a group study sessio

We were in one of the empty classrooms after hours finishing a project. There were four of us at first, but the other two left early. It was just me and him left.

We kept working for a bit, but the silence started feeling different. At some point he put his hand on my thigh under the table. I didn’t move it away. He slowly slid it higher until his fingers were between my legs. I was wearing a skirt that day.

He rubbed me over my panties first, then slipped them to the side. I stayed looking at my laptop screen the whole time even though I wasn’t reading anything. When he pushed two fingers inside me I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t make a sound.

He kept going until I came, still sitting upright like nothing was happening. After that he just pulled his hand back and we finished the slides like normal. We never talked about it again, but every time we sit near each other in class now I remember how wet I was that night.

I was supposed to study last night but ended up lying in bed with my phone instead. I started scrolling and got turned on faster than usual. At first I only rubbed over my panties, slow circles, nothing direct. Every time I felt myself getting close I stopped and just waited until the feeling went down.

After a while I pulled my panties to the side and used two fingers. I kept avoiding my clit on purpose and only brushed over it lightly. My legs kept tensing up and I had to stop a few times because I was getting too close. The longer I held back the wetter I got. At one point I could feel it on my thighs.

When I finally decided to finish I pressed harder and came pretty quickly. It was stronger than usual, the kind that makes your stomach tighten. Afterward I just lay there for a bit feeling a bit tired and satisfied.

Sometimes I rush through it, but last night the slow build felt better.

My boyfriend and I had been talking about this for months. At first it was just dirty talk in bed, then it became something more serious. He kept saying he wanted to see me with someone else. I wasn’t sure until one night when a guy from my polytechnic class asked me out for drinks.

I told my boyfriend about it. He got quiet for a bit, then said he wanted me to go and that he would stay home. He even helped me pick what to wear.

The guy and I ended up back at his place. Things moved fast. He was more confident than my boyfriend and didn’t hesitate. When he pushed inside me I actually moaned louder than I meant to. He fucked me on his bed for a while, then flipped me over. I kept thinking about my boyfriend sitting at home knowing exactly what was happening.

After he came, I cleaned up and went home. My boyfriend was still awake on the couch. He looked at me for a long time before asking how it was. I told him the truth. He got hard just from listening. We ended up having sex right there, and he came faster than usual.

Since then we’ve done it two more times with the same guy. My boyfriend doesn’t always watch, but he always knows. Sometimes he asks for details after. Sometimes he just holds me and stays quiet.

I never thought I would be okay with this, but somehow it feels natural now.

I’ve been going to the same gym for a few months. There’s this guy who always seems to finish around the same time as me. We started talking while stretching near the free weights. Nothing serious at first, just small talk about form and which machines were free.

One Thursday night the gym was almost empty. By the time I finished my last set, only the two of us were left. The staff had already started turning off some of the lights. He walked over while I was packing my bag and asked if I wanted help stretching my hip flexors. I said yes without thinking too much.

He started normally, one hand on my ankle, the other guiding my knee. Then his palm moved higher on my thigh. I felt my breath catch but I didn’t stop him. When his fingers brushed over the fabric between my legs I looked at him. He held my gaze and pressed a little firmer. I was already wet.

He stood up, checked that the main lights in the corridor were off, and locked the changing room door. The next second he had me against the wall, hand inside my leggings. Two fingers slid into me easily. He covered my mouth with his other hand while he worked them in and out. Every time I made a sound he pressed harder against my lips. I came faster than I expected, legs shaking, gripping his wrist.

He pulled his hand out, washed it at the sink, and left without saying much. I sat on the bench for a few minutes, trying to steady my breathing before walking out into the humid night air.

We still see each other at the gym. Most days we just nod. Sometimes he looks at me a second longer than necessary and I feel that same heat between my legs again. I haven’t decided if I want it to happen a second time.

It was one of those nights where a group of us stayed over at a friend’s place after drinking. Mattresses and pillows everywhere, people passed out in the living room. I couldn’t sleep. The guy I liked was in the guest room alone.

Around 2am I got up to use the toilet and somehow found myself standing outside his door. I opened it quietly and slipped inside. He was half awake. We didn’t really talk. He just pulled the blanket open and I climbed in.

We started kissing slowly so we wouldn’t make noise. His hands went under my shirt, then into my shorts. I was already wet. He pulled my shorts down and guided me on top of him. I had to move carefully, biting my lip every time he went deeper. The bed made soft sounds but no one outside stirred.

He held my hips and fucked me from below while I tried to stay quiet. Every time I got close I pressed my face into his neck. When he came he stayed inside me for a while, both of us breathing hard but still trying not to make a sound.

I waited a few minutes, then quietly put my clothes back on and went back to the living room like nothing happened. The next morning everyone was normal. He looked at me once across the table and I just looked away.

I still think about how quiet and intense it was.

It was one of those house parties where everyone ends up sitting on the floor drinking and talking until late. I was already a bit tipsy when he sat next to me. We’d only talked a few times before through mutual friends, but that night the conversation just flowed. At some point people started leaving and it was just a few of us left.

When the host started cleaning up, he offered to walk me home since we stayed in the same area. Outside it was quiet and a bit windy. We kept talking the whole way. When we reached my block I hesitated for a second, then asked if he wanted to come up for water. He said yes.

Inside my room things moved faster than I expected. We were kissing against the wall, then on my bed. I was still a little drunk but clear enough to know I wanted it. He was careful at first, asking if I was sure. I told him I was. We had sex with the lights off, both of us a bit clumsy but into it. He came inside the condom and we just lay there after, not really talking.

In the morning it was a bit awkward but not in a bad way. We had instant noodles in my kitchen before he left. We’ve texted a few times since, but nothing serious. Still, every time I think about that night I get a little warm.

We were working on a project that was due the next day and the library was closing, so we went to one of the empty tutorial rooms to finish. It was already past 10pm and the campus felt quiet. At some point we stopped talking about the slides and just started looking at each other longer than normal.

He leaned in first. I didn’t pull away. The kiss started soft but got messy pretty fast. He locked the door and we ended up on the table. My skirt was pushed up and his fingers were inside me before I could even think about how risky it was. I was so wet it was embarrassing.

He pulled a condom out of his bag and I helped him put it on. He fucked me while I sat on the edge of the table with my legs around him. The table kept making small noises every time he thrust and I kept looking at the door, half expecting someone to walk in. That fear somehow made everything hotter.

I came first, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t make too much sound. He finished not long after and we just stayed like that for a minute, both of us breathing hard. After we cleaned up as best as we could, we finished the last few slides like nothing happened.

We still sit next to each other in class and pretend it never happened, but sometimes I catch him looking at me the same way he did that night. I haven’t decided if I want it to happen again or not.